The goldenrod is yellow,
The corn is turning brown,
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down;
The gentian’s bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun;
The sedges flaunt their harvest
In every meadow nook,
And asters by the brookside
Make asters in the brook;
From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes’ sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies–
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer.
8 responses to HELEN HUNT JACKSON – SEPTEMBER POEM
I am 91 years old. My sister and I were talking about well loved poems we learned in past school days and a snatch of the September Poem came up. How joyous to read the entire poem again!
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Me, too. Remember this from early school days. Memorized another of HHJ’s poems, too, think it was October’s Bright Blue weather.
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As a member and program chairman of Sheridan Wyoming Retired Teachers & Personel organization. Today this poem was requested if we have a program of poems read.
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i absolutely love the way it rhymes and flows well with describing what exactly happens.
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how it tells exactly what happens in this season.
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i really like this poem reminds me of my lame self.. splendiful..
im nice and brown
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Ahhh, September, yes indeed…. This lovely piece of work reminds of the time when I was a wee lad. I was seduced by a young harem of fine and truly experienced vixen. The true birth of my manhood in which they robbed me of my youthful virginity. Oh How these three minx made quick work of my boyish slim trunk devoid of any hair from the previous summer. I yearn for a youth that exalts such feeling of virtual wonder-lust. Can it still be obtainable now at this ripe old age of sixty two? The stink of the three adolescent night-stalker / teachers of my bondage days cries out to me from afar, yearning for that elusive re-capture. Even if only once more for a moment. that is all
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HELEN HUNT JACKSON – SEPTEMBER POEM
WHEN WAS THIS POEM PULISHED
i have this powm in my hand but i want to know when was this publish what year
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